Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

- Mi-mi-mi. Mi-mi.

- Mi-mi-mi. Mi-mi.

The collector wakes up with such a persistent squeal.

At some point, a child warcraft rubbed his face against the face of a collector who lay down on the ground and slept.

The kitten walked out of the room with an unreliable foothold when she realized the collector had woken up.

"Mi Mi" sounded as if the child warcraft looked back and angry at the possessor tilting his neck, who should have slept in the belly of the warcraft.

You mean come with me?

I am concerned that there is no parent warcraft, but when the collector rises, he lifts his hand to the belly of the child warcraft and heads outside the cave.

I knew immediately what was going on out there from the inside of the aisle.

A parent warcraft sat with a cave on his back.

In the morning of dawn, the tail sags heavily.

Large snow leopards were about to disappear in the dark mornings.

That looked like an old back to the collector.

The last thing I saw of my parents floated.

The Parent Warcraft turned toward the cave and the outer boundary.

Staring at the child warcraft.

He had gentle eyes.

The tail stretches Rin behind the giant.

Then the Parent Warcraft glanced at the Collector.

It was between blinks.

Parent Warcraft glided across the mountain as he sounded his goon and flicked himself.

The cave entrance raised the soil around the collector's neck and up to the top, making it a dirt wall that allowed him to peek outside just for the width of his face.

The collector looks out with his hands on a dirt wall that he can't help but wonder if he's going hunting while he's babysitting. I laughed bitterly that it was genuinely a babysitter and an emergency meal.

- Meh.

A fiercely ringing child warcraft slipped out of his arm and followed him on the dirt wall.

The collector reaches out reflexively, but the child warcraft only sat on the dirt wall.

[Gwo oong]

A growl that compresses through the tympanic membrane to the heart.

It was like punching the mountain skin.

I saw a thousand year-old tree-thick firepillar rise from the gap in my arms that covered my face while the collector stood in a roar. The rock shelves where the parent warcraft always lay were instantly engulfed in flames.

The Zao had not learned on his desk that the fire elves would be greater depending on the amount of magic given even a few fire elves with a great eating compared to other spirits, but he did not consider that much.

The collector unexpectedly saw it in his first magic in this world, besides himself, the first time he saw it.

- Meh.

The voice of the outraged child warcraft enjoined the wind elite to pick up his voice, and the possessor himself made up for the function of his eyes with autonomous magic.

There were twelve human beings fanned against the firepillars that were quenching fire.

He stood on a slope with a bad rock rolling scaffold, each with a spear, bow, and cane.

Men and women, with pointy ears and different gear everywhere, uniformly wear a simple alignment of white armor that adheres closely along the lines of their bodies. Its white armor, called the chest deck covering the upper chest abdomen from the waist, was small engraved with spear-crossed red and white double-headed horses.

They were exclusive hunters of the United Kingdom of El Rodriana, but the collectors naturally did not know that. To the extent that I feel like I saw it in a magic book.

"They're coming."

Warning of the man who sets up a great shield at the forefront.

At the same time, walking backwards on the slopes, the body that seems to be three meters is bounced off every shield.

He was a big man pushed all the way to the midpoint with the rear as it was, but his posture and gaze didn't shake.

Ahead of what the big man sees, an unsatisfactory warcraft who blew himself up in a single rampage was putting tough limbs on the earth to stifle ourselves as adversaries.

Are you wearing snow on each piece of hair? There were no black spots until the end of the long tail. Around it there was a thin white smoke and a splash of snow, shining under the white light that began to anoint the edges of the dawn.

"Ng, check the fusion with the ice sperm, I'll shoot you."

The three lines of fire run like rays with a slight time difference.

The Parent Warcraft that runs to sew the fire line that kills in its giant form.

Every time I avoided it, the snow splash that was drifting vanished without sound.

At that moment, when the Parent Warcraft stood still slightly as he avoided the fire line several times, three lines of fire loomed to cross.

But the loosely wielded longtail shot everything down at an incredible rate.

The tail, which grew even longer after wrapping snow with a knife to return, sweeps away the surrounding area. When a few erected shields that were about to step into the white smoke glowing space gave a tall metal sound, the surface was like scraped off.

Strength is applied to the rear leg of the Parent Warcraft.

Aim front-rear. He has a slightly dull cane structure and magical activation.

I jumped to a breath.

The magician at the front breathes. Still, I wandered to reclaim a few moments of delay.

The moment the fire line was activated to the middle, a large nail wrapped in white smoke swung down.

The magician butted along with the crushing sound of Kashan and thin glass breaking.

The flame-by-flame magician had to break down physical, magical barriers at once, but only to disfigure himself. The magician instantly realizes that without it he would undoubtedly have become a piece of meat.

The dragon blows fire twice. Don't be alarmed by the scourge.

I didn't forget that, but too much the magician shuddered for a moment.

The other white claw wields more than the magician's foot.

"It's Ilnik, we don't have enough."

A big man with a fierce grin struck the flank of his parent warcraft with a one-handed hammer with a tip like a pile.

Called Irnique by the shock of crushing his snow coat, the Parent Warcraft did not want to fly without shaking off his nails.